25/46 But Maurice, whose plans crystallized in moments like these, picked up the cane and laid it about him. Maurice cleared a wide circle. The dog, half blinded by his blood and not fully comprehending this new phase in the tide of events, lunged at Maurice, who nimbly eluded him. He flung the cane into the yelling pack, with his left arm caught the dog about the middle, and leaped back into the nearest doorway. |